These are (still) the days

Tonight, as I sat in the glider holding Alida, I couldn’t help but thinking “These are the days.” Then, I remembered how many times, especially in the last few years, I’ve had that exact same thought. How fortunate I am, how blessed I am, to have a life that continues to feel like “the days.”

Alida is now just over 6 weeks old. She is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. So much more amazing than any fuzzy ultrasound could ever hint at. Some days, she tries my patience and ingenuity. But other days, she looks at me, and yes, finally AT me – not at a spot just over my ear or in the opposite direction – and I have no words for how happy it makes me.

She is an easy baby and we are getting along well. For the first many weeks people thought all she did was sleep, and they weren’t far off. Most of her first month’s photos look like this:

But now, as she gets a little older, we are getting more like this:

This isn’t much, but I had to say something. I’m so far behind that I don’t know if I’ll ever get caught up. I’m sad not to have written throughout my pregnancy, but my back hurt a lot and made sitting uncomfortable. It’s hard to write when you don’t want to sit.

But enough excuses. I’m going to finish this so I can take everyone’s advice and sleep when the baby sleeps.